The Black Tree

by PYROontheAIR

II - Average ordinary everyday

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Welcome back ladies and gents, it is I, The Narrator again, and welcome back to our little tale. Now that we have our introduction, how about we have a look into the daily life of these ponies. Now, let's begin

---Sweet Apple Acres House---

"Have a good day at school lil' sis!" Applejack, The orange mare that lived and breathed apples, said to her little sister, Applebloom "And if 'em bullies bother you, ignore 'em 'kay?"

"But big sis'" the young filly said "They always sa-" She was cut off by Applejack.

"Ah don't care what they say, just ignore em'." She stated firmly.

"Fine." the filly said, then walked off to school.

"Alright," said the older sibling "Ah've got some saplin's ta plant."

"BIG BROTHER!" Applejack yelled out.

"Eeyup." Said Big macintosh, A large red stallion that was standing right behind applejack.

"GAH!" The orange mare shouted in surprise, due to her lack of knowledge that her brother was standing right behind her. "Don't do that."

So Applejack hooked up the cart to Big Macintosh and loaded the sapling into it. They walked for a while, until they came to the planting site.

Oh, and Applejack tripped on something, but that's not important...

OR IS IT?

... anyways,

Big Mac dug a hole into the ground and Applejack unloaded a sapling; then planted it in the ground.

While Macintosh began to dig the second hole, Applejack heard a sound; a sound she knew all to well.

The sound of an apple being eaten.

A long black vine whipped back from an apple tree before Applejack could see it.

"Hmm?" She hummed, wondering where the sound had come from.

"Alraght Varmint!" She yelled "Come on out! Nopony steals from us Apples!"

"Leave it 'lone AJ," Said the Red Stallion "they're prolly gone by now."

"Ya, yer right" She replied.

So they planted the rest of the saplings and left.

Little did they know, that little incident was simply a prelude to the storm to come.

A small black vine lifted itself from the ground.

Then another.

Then another.

On the end of the third vine, there was a bulb; on the bulb was a mouth, with very sharp teeth.

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